What is, shall be. What is not, shall not be

It was one of those days when you could feel the silence that lingered within the room as though it had crept into your being and quieted everything down. A serene sense of peace smothered you as the silence settled in. You didn’t resist it. You didn’t even try to stop it, but rather you just welcomed it in. Closely with it you sat, as if you were holding its hand tightly and could feel the warmth entangled between both of your fingers. There was never an ounce of doubt in your mind that it would let go of your hand to make its way out, because with its invitation came a knowingness of “What is, shall be. What is not, shall not be”. That was your way of allowing the presence of peace to come forth and take you into its embrace. Together all three of you sat, hand in hand, heart in heart, blissfully cohabiting the same space, but in three very different ways. It was what was felt that really mattered, not what was seen or heard. For just being seen and heard meant something different than feeling. Feeling was the language of lovers, for it was the only thing that has the ability to dissolve, tear apart and remove walls or even mountains. It didn’t need a reason or perfect timing, it came either invited or as a guest. Because of its utter belief in all things unique, beautiful and true. It entered as a gentle glow of a candlelight in a dark room to ignite and lighten the darkness that somberly rested all around it. That was enough for it. It didn’t want anything more or desired anything different, for its only real task was one of light, truth and love. To open all hearts to such a thing because its heart wasn’t any different than anyone else’s, it knew that. And it was sharing with others its knowing. It was sharing its glow and igniting the unlit torches of the soul into magical flames of energy and absolute truth of being, the divine infinity of its own creation.

{KP 11.18.13}



Miracles occur naturally in nature.

I have never seen, heard or even fathomed the possibility that the word miracle could be used in such a way. What I like to refer to as the 95% {people}, see miracles as black and white, a rarity, something that happens to a person who is ‘lucky’ or even as a rare occurrence.

But have you ever wondered what a miracle is, what its components or secret ingredients are, how you can make miracles happen for you? I have. Miracles are like lightening that ever so quietly yet quickly shatter the stainless steel mind of matter into ity bity tiny pieces sending shocks of sensation through every inch of your body…to form a visual clarity that you can taste and grasps onto…it amends to your reality, the state of being as you are.

Don’t sit here and count on miracles to grasp tightly onto your hand and walk you through life, but simply remember that miracles occur, but in divine timing and they are in fact part of your everyday existence, just look around!

Be mindfully present in the moment that is now. Live this moment with passion. See this life {your life} as a miracle, love it deeply.